He mistakes the reflection for his wife and leaps into the bucket. But I recall one of the stories where the fox steals a chicken, then sees his reflection in a well on his way back home. Probably because of all the damnable reading she does. “A book cannot stop a sword, but it can stop a war.” “And you can’t use a book to stop a sword.” “If more soldiers read books,” she replied, “then we would not need so many swords.” “Books are as useful to me as swords are to monks.” Elizabeth took a fancy to these books and, after finishing them, tried for several days to make me read them. Among them was a set of old volumes named Roman de Renard. I think about her question for a time as we ride.Įlizabeth reads often, so I brought her many books from France when I returned. “The only thing he wants spread is your blood on a husk of manchet bread.”īelisencia does not acknowledge his response but looks to me for an answer. “Hugh the Baptist is a plaguer in a bishop’s hat,” Tristan says. “Edward,” she says, “do you think Matheus was right? Do you think Hugh the Baptist wanted me to spread God’s word? Is that what happened in there?” I wonder who she is that God would protect her so. But there is nothing disingenuous about the woman riding beside me.
The more I think about Matheus, the more I doubt his motives.
0 kommentar(er)
